Thinking About Bunny Girl Reader Having An Extremely Good Poker Face. Like, She Works At The Casino Ofc,

Thinking about Bunny Girl Reader having an extremely good poker face. Like, she works at the casino ofc, but her gambling face and skills are spot on. Near unbreakable if I must say. Absolutely nothing could ever change her fac—

And then Topaz proposes a gamble with the other HSR women, including you. The gamble? Every woman gets a “turn” with you for about ten minutes, free range of touching you, fucking you, groping you, any way they like, while you keep a stone cold poker face on. The HSR women would each attempt to try and get your face to contort, or a sound to leave your lips, and whoever manages to make your face change gets all the money on the table…

But ofc, if you manage to keep your poker face on through all the women fucking you during their turns, then you get all the money and get to have all the women “service” you in the bedroom that night 💕

It won’t be you servicing them anymore. They get to serve you 🤭

fem! Yandere friend x fem!reader headcanons [sleepover edition]

warnings: nsfw content, obsessive behavior, yandere themes, panty stealing and sniffing, non-consensual touching while the reader is asleep.

Yandere friend who urges you to share a bed because just how could she let her very best friend sleep on the cold floor? Don’t be silly You’re better off warm in bed snuggled up against her.

Yandere friend loves to spoon you and never sleeps any other way when you stay over.

Yandere friend who squeezes her thighs together because she’s overwhelmed by you your scent that fills her senses when she buries her her face between your neck and shoulders. Your soft hair that lightly tickles her. The way you squirm in your sleep and end up grinding your ass against her it’s as if you’re actually awake and inviting her to just have you.

Yandere friend who sees your shirt lifting up slightly when you move in your sleep revealing your soft skin she takes the chance to sneak her hands underneath your shirt and caress your bare stomach. Her quivering breath echoing in the room as her hand slowly inches up towards your chest lightly grazing your nipples.

Yandere friend who bites her lip to keep quiet when she hears you moan quietly in your sleep.

Yandere friend who would love more than anything to let her hand wander down past your shorts and panties and have you wake up with her fingers inside you. You would be too sleepy and horny to stop her you wouldn’t care that you’re friends or that “you shouldn’t do this” or how you “shouldn’t ruin your friendship”. You’d be too focused on the pleasure she would be giving you.

Yandere friend who opts for holding you close as you sleep instead of acting on her fantasies.

Yandere friend who eagerly waits for you to finish using the shower in the next morning urging you to get out because you’ve been “hogging the bathroom and she needs the shower”.

She throws you an eye roll as you’re walking out but as soon as she’s inside the bathroom and the doors shut behind her, her eyes frantically scan the bathroom until she finds the small lacy fabric she’s been looking for.

She snatches it and brings it up to her her nose her eyes rolling back as she lets out a muffled quite moans and suddenly her clothes are too tight, the air is too hot and she just needs you now-

Yandere friend who makes sure you’re no where around when she exists the bathroom with the lace jumbled up in her hand, she quickly makes her way to her room and hides it somewhere safe, where all her other valuables are.

Yandere friend who relentlessly begs you to stay one more night (as she always does in the mornings after you stay over) “ just one more! it’ll be fun!” but ultimately ends up alone in her apartment pouting when you leave but it’s okay there will always be a next time she just has to be a little patient.

After all, she has her latest..finding.. to keep her company until the next time.

Tw: female reader, nsfw, confinement, dub-con/non-con, sapphic

Oh, to be the housewife of a rich, well - respected business-woman.

She has it all - looks, money, charisma, success, and now she has you as well, locked away in her vacation villa, cooking and cleaning and making it feel like a home while she's leading her fast - paced corporate job.

She comes late into the evening, sighing softly as she makes her way to you. Diane hugs you from behind, burying her face in your neck - simply melting against you. You try to hide your unease as you silently apologize for the cold dinner once again, even though none of it is your fault. She just clicks her tongue playfully and smacks your ass - when she's feeling gracious, and shoves you against the kitchen counter when she's had a particularly bad day at work.

No matter what her mood is, she always finds a way to take her stress out on you. After all in her eyes you're there to serve her - her sweet little wife, all pretty in gowns, or flowery dresser, or even better naked and covered in gold from head to toe.

Her kisses are always rough and leave you breathless, trying to catch your breath. Her touch is restless and unyielding, hot, merciless fingers stroking and pinching and slapping and squeezing for hours on end. Diane loves to tie you up in various positions, helpless and immobilized to her wicked will. She can't resist laying you on her queen sized bed and stuffing you with a fat mean vibrator, your scared gasps and pained moans of overstimulated pleasure ringing in her ears like the sweetest tune of music.

And just when you're too exhausted to fight, yet too spent to keep squirming under the toy, she kneels before you, spreading you once again so that you can feel each torturous inch of her tongue and fingers as they slip in and out of your wet, tight hole.

Then she kisses your forehead gently - just like a ritual, before taking you into her arms and washing you throughoutly, never missing a creak. You cry out weakly one last time as she tuggs you into bed, and she pulls you so close you can feel the heat radiating off her body once she starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You try to stay on guard but eventually you fall asleep, embraced by silk and warmth.

Then the next day it all repeats again.

imagine the reader and Daina negotiating the reward she will receive for betraying her "friends" while deciding what to do with the last survivor of the group… incredibly entertaining

Daina: I cut off his fingers and I want a kiss on the lips.

Reader: You cut off his hand and I'll consider letting you go.

Daina: Let's up the ante to an arm and a leg in exchange for a kiss on the lips.

reader: two arms and a chase in the woods to give the poor idiot hope of living another day and I'll kiss you on the cheek.

Daina: on the lips.

reader: *sighs* just a little brush of lips.

Daina: deal!!!

Sigh- Three hours deep into conversation, and you still haven't reached a conclusion to the pressing situation.

The cabin was empty besides you, that woman, and the stench of death; rotting wood and your blades separating you and real madman of this equation. Since the moment she woke up, she's attempted to entice affection from you. You assumed she was trying to butter you up like previous victims, but the look in her eyes told you she was fighting for something greater than her life.

Love.

Her friend's whereabouts, their lives, even her own were just pawns in the bigger game. You tried to take her up on her last offer, but every murder attempt ended in no one getting hurt besides yourself on one occasion. While she drew death from every corner, it appeared that she was saved from its clutches like she was the reaper herself. You woke up to her tending to the spilt in your eyebrow from when an old powersaw fell on you while you chased her around. She even had the nerve to leave a glossy kiss on your bloody forehead and snap a picture like you were on a quirky date. Humiliating, but given you couldn't get rid of her it was best to give in and get something out of it.

"Buzzcut's right eye for a twenty second hug."

Daina leans on the table. "I'll mangle Sadie's leg for a kiss on the lips. She was going to sign up for soccer tryouts next week. Killer skills."

You progress her counter. "... Add the blonde one's teeth and I'll consider a kiss on the cheek."

She sticks out her tongue. "Lips or nothing, baby. Well, I'll probably throw you a bone or two, but at least one person will get away without my help."

You look out the window. The sun is rising. Every second is another step towards your victims' freedom. You exhale. "Fine. Ten seconds. Keep your hands to yourself, and eyes closed. "

"Add a little tongue action to sweeten the deal, and I'll bring you the head of your choosing plus give you the keys to the car.

"....Tell anyone, and I will find a way to kill you."

Daina giggles, a soft blush dusting her cheeks. "Save the flirting for when we're on our first date, honey."

*y/n walks in covered in blood*

Wanda: *shocked* are you ok!?

Y/n: oh don't worry it's not mine. :)

*Natasha then walks in covered in blood*

*Wanda stares in horror at both girls*

Natasha: oh don't worry it's not mine either. :)

Wanda: THEN WHO'S IS IT?

Natasha and y/n: *awkward silence*

Wanda: guys who's blood is that?

Natasha and y/n: it's not ours.

Daina seeing fem slasher reader: Oh my God, she's so hot! I've never seen someone as pretty as her before in my life

Her friend: You're just as cute, Daina, there's no need to compare... Also I'm pretty sure she just stabbed Tom

Daina:.... I want her tongue down my throat, Megan